la guitare

by Meg Baird

(dedicated to David Spicer, un vrai raconteur)

you pick me up

I’m light

I feel just right

I am your guitare

I am thin vibrating strings

beneath your fingers

your hand around my neck

don’t make me fret

I make you sweat

you get me wet

it’s elemental

I am smooth and hard and hot

I cannot give into flesh

you better get out of this mess

and give us both a rest

I’m just your guitare

and if you win another

for playing me your best

I’ll sit and watch you coyly

wondering what you’ll play me next

Meg Baird can be found in the ezine archives of Yellow Mama, Twisted Sister, Anemone Sidecar, Open Heart Forgery, Apollo’s Lyre, and Prachya Review, as well as the paper publications Fluidity, CV2: Poetry Only, Expressions, and Fourth Floor Images. She enjoys performing in cafes, libraries, bars and special events. Poetry, her own and that of others, has saved her life on more than one occasion. Say no more!

Ann Marie Rhiel is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016 and has had her work exhibited in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals and Megazine Official.